I Came Inside the Womb of My Disciple Whom I Raised with Love for Seven Years
I ejaculated into the womb of the disciple I had raised with love for seven years.
Eight years ago, when the Demon Church stirred and set foot in the Central Plains, people directly experienced the terror of the demons that had been buried in the flow of time. They appeared without warning, turning the entire martial world into a sea of fire. After dozens of small and medium sects along their path, along with one major sect, were wiped out, the righteous warriors of the rivers and lakes finally realized the gravity of the situation and banded together to drive out the Demon Church. Thus, the Murim Alliance was formed—an unprecedented force that set aside all factional disputes solely to defeat the Demon Church. Yet even then, the Demon Church's power was overwhelmingly strong, pushing the Central Plains martial world to the brink of annihilation.
Of course, it only reached the brink; the martial world didn't actually perish. After a hard-fought struggle, the Alliance Leader stormed into their headquarters at Simmandae Mountain, severed the neck of the Demon Church's leader, the Heavenly Demon, and successfully eradicated the Demon Church entirely.
Thanks to the Murim Alliance's exploits, the Central Plains martial world escaped the crisis of destruction. But for the survivors, the fear of demons was etched deep into their bones. The demons of the Demon Church were truly formidable, and martial artists trembled at the mere mention of them.
The reason even the demons of the Demon Church—who, despite accumulating power in Simmandae Mountain for ages, were just one faction—could ravage the entire martial world boiled down to one thing: the magic they wielded. It held an advantage over nearly every type of energy in terms of compatibility, granting disproportionate power for the effort, and twisted its users into monsters enthralled by demonic nature—a sinister, brutal, bizarre, and horrific energy. That was magic.
After the Great War Against Demons, the Murim Alliance classified anyone using magic as a demon and designated them as public enemies to be executed on sight. Those enthralled by demonic nature strayed from the human path, committing unspeakable atrocities as casually as breathing or eating. The Alliance's decision was far from excessive. Even I had nodded in agreement when they issued the unconditional execution order against demons.
But if that execution order were turned toward my disciple, Yeon Wol? That's a different story entirely. I would never let Yeon Wol die.
In the seven years we'd lived together, I'd never once sensed magic from her. I had no idea why it was manifesting now. But with magic awakening in her, there was a chance she could become a demon—and that meant she could become a target for the Murim Alliance's extermination.
"Mmph! Mmmph! Nnngh!"
"Chuu♥ Haum♥ Smooch♥"
Realizing the severity, I tried to shout at Yeon Wol to stop, but my mouth was sealed shut. Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish. She wrapped her arms around my neck, mashed her soft breasts against my chest, and focused every ounce of her being on entwining our tongues while rocking her hips back and forth.
Roooar— The more our bodies intertwined, the clearer the magic deep within her became. I could only sense fragments of the magic she possessed, but that alone made it unmistakable. The moment she succumbed to its demonic allure and turned into a demon, the situation would become irreversible. Her magic was that profound, heavy, and vicious.
Which was why I needed to have a serious talk with her as soon as possible. But—
Squishsquishsquishsquish!
"Nngchuuu♥"
—the only "conversation" Yeon Wol wanted right now was this thick, sticky exchange of flesh. Her legs clamped around my waist, her pussy swallowing my cock to the hilt, her lips sealing mine while her tongue ravaged my mouth. Her mind was utterly filled with mating with me.
Damn it, no choice. I was the only one here who grasped the gravity. Magic-related issues demanded immediate action, so I resolved to use my last resort—the one I'd hoped to avoid.
I'd forcibly detonate the energy in my dantian to blast through the sealed meridians with an acupoint strike. It would cause serious internal injuries, but I had no choice. My beloved disciple Yeon Wol could be consumed by magic at any moment.
Suuuuh. I inhaled deeply through my nose and closed my eyes to focus.
"Haaum♥ Shlurp♥ Chuu♥ Jaaah♥ Nng♥ I wuv youuu♥ Smoooch♥"
"......"
But closing my eyes only made Yeon Wol's dreamy, melted voice confessing her love, along with the pecking of her lips like a bird, feel even sharper. I'd shut my eyes to concentrate, only to find it harder. What a contradictory situation. But life was full of contradictions—like how, after fulfilling my duties as a master for seven years, I now couldn't resist as my disciple fucked me senseless.
Reflecting on that truth eased my mind. Ignoring all external stimuli, I focused every nerve on my dantian. With the meridians blocked by the acupoint strike, moving the accumulated internal energy was tough, but a small explosion would do it. Once I activated the stable energy with a burst of power, an unstoppable torrent would surge through my meridians whether I wanted it or not.
Here goes. I exhaled through my nose, held my breath, and gave the energy in my dantian a tiny shock.
Pop. A faint sound echoed inside my dantian, like a muffled burst.
Roooooooar—!!! Instantly, the activated internal energy exploded along my meridians.
"Kuh, grrrk...!"
"Puhah, uh, wha? M-Master? Wh-Why?"
Since we were still joined, Yeon Wol noticed something happening in my body. She pulled her lips away, calling out to me in utter confusion. But I couldn't respond as usual. Roooarrr—! With a torrent of energy raging fiercely enough to wound my dantian, opening my mouth would be suicide.
The torrent pierced the peculiar energy from her acupoint strike, normalizing my meridians in one go.
Drip. The paralysis lifted, but blood from my internal injuries refluxed and spilled from my mouth.
"M-Master! Wh-What do we do? N-No, this can't be. Why would you go so far as to suffer internal injuries just to break the acupoint strike... D-Don't tell me. Was being with me that disgusting? Enough to endure wounds...?"
Water welled in Yeon Wol's voice as she began misunderstanding.
"Hic, sob, the thought of Master leaving me is so scary. So I... I just wanted to keep you by my side somehow..."
She poured out trembling apologies and excuses. It was hard to believe this was the same girl who'd just confessed her dream of committing Gisamyeoljo with me despite knowing it was forbidden—her voice was thick with anxiety now.
"P-Please don't abandon me. I'll... I'll hold back now... Sob, I'll hold back somehow. Hic. Just let me stay by your side, please."
She must have misunderstood because she didn't know why I'd pushed through internal injuries to break the seal. Me abandoning Yeon Wol? The opposite might happen, but I'd never abandon her. I wanted to tell her that right away, wipe her streaming tears and snot, and clear up her misconception—but the circuit of energy wasn't complete yet.
"Hngg. I'm sorry, Master. I got too emotional and... Sniff! Committed such a grave sin against you..."
"Cough!"
"Ah, M-Master!"
Only after hearing one more apology did the circuit finish. I hastily stabilized my energy, spat blood, and opened my mouth.
"Urk. Hoo. Disciple, first things first. I would never abandon you..."
That was the most urgent thing to tell her right now—more important than the magic. Until I said it, she'd keep crying. I was about to declare the unchangeable truth, even if it meant turning the world against me.
Roooar—!
"Wha. M-Master...?"
In my shock at sensing the magic, I'd forgotten something crucial.
"Ah."
This was bad. My body hadn't felt sexual arousal until now because of the acupoint-induced paralysis. The seal had blocked my meridians and numbed me, letting me ignore all her lewd acts. But now the paralysis was gone, and every pent-up sensation hit me at once.
"Kuh?!"
A wave of pleasure slammed through me so intensely it clamped my mouth shut mid-sentence. My vision blurred and my mind reeled from the storm, but I was her master. A master doesn't yield to carnal urges before his disciple. No matter how the accumulated stimuli crashed in, my resolve remained ironclad.
"Wha, uh, uwa? M-Master. Your cock, it suddenly... suddenly got so b-big♥ Uh, uwa? My insides are so f-full♥"
But while my mind held firm, my body was honest. My half-erect cock, buried in her throughout, reached its limit in an instant from the onslaught.
In other words...
"O-ohhh♥ J-Just now♥ I-I had no idea♥ It could feel th-this♥"
...my cock had gone full throttle to ejaculate. Swelling to crush her molten, melted womb and press its tip right against her cervix, it was fully primed to spread its seed.
"Ye-Yeon Wol! H-Hurry and pull off! If this keeps up, I'll cum inside...!"
The semen rising from my balls was beyond my control. Instinct told me I'd fill her womb at this rate, so I pleaded desperately. She'd just apologized and promised to hold back. She'd grant this request too. With that thought, I looked toward her face.
"......"
And I saw it. Her red eyes, brimming with tears yet gleaming with desire.
"......Nngh♥"
Grip— Then, as her lips curled up and her legs clamped my waist tight, I ejaculated into the womb of the disciple I had raised with love for seven years.